November 9, 2004


Don't you hate it when you add a blogger to your buddy list, and mean to talk to him about a recent post, but by the time both you and he are online at the same time, which is about a week later, you've forgotten what it was you wanted to talk to him about, and so then the conversation doesn't exactly own up to what you wanted it to, and even though you're not the greatest at AIM conversations, you know you could have done better if you'd thought about it more and then you write a run-on sentence that would make your English teacher from high school cry and you just wish you would have had something better to talk about then to trade quips about the South, causing him to fake an away message because you're so boring?

Theoretically, of course.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.